-rep! ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ troll, bad teamate

animal

where is my ow

Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Honey is sweet
But not as sweet as you🤍

wot the ♥♥♥ did ye just say 2 me m8? i dropped out of newcastle primary skool im the sickest bloke ull ever meet & ive nicked 300 candy bars from tha corner store. im trained in street fitin’ & im the strongest ♥♥♥♥♥ in tha entire newcastle gym. yer nothin to me but a cheeky lil ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ w/ a hot mum & fake bling. ill waste u and smash a ♥♥♥♥♥ bottle oer yer head bruv, i swer 2 christ. ya think u can ♥♥♥♥♥ run ya gabber at me whilst sittin on yer arse behind a lil screen? think again wanka. im callin me homeboys rite now preparin for a proper rumble. tha rumble thatll make ur nan sore jus hearin about it. yer a waste bruv. my homeboys be all over tha place & ill beat ya to a proper ♥♥♥♥♥ pulp with me fists wanka. if i aint satisfied w/ that ill borrow me m8s cricket paddle & see if that gets u the ♥♥♥ out o’ newcastle ya daft kunt. if ye had seen this bloody ♥♥♥♥♥ mess commin ye might a’ kept ya gabber from runnin. but it seems yer a stewpid lil ♥♥♥♥, innit? ur ded wankah.